PFC Chapter 121 The Victor and the Great Change
Chapter 121 The Victor and the Great Change
The two knives clashed in the air with a loud, piercing sound.
They sparked each other, met in the air, drew an arc to the left and right, and then passed each other.
The two figures ahead intertwined, their attacks swift and fierce, constantly exchanging sword techniques as they chased each other.
Soon, they converged again, bringing with them several dazzling flashes of light.
With a single, nameless strike, the blade flashed in a visible arc, grazing past Xiang Qingsheng and landing on the ground with a tattered corner of his clothing.
With a "clang," a long gash was torn open in the floor.
The audience gasped in surprise, their eyes fixed on the two on stage.
"I never expected the nameless man's swordsmanship to be so powerful; it's no less impressive than his swordsmanship."
"No wonder the old leader lent him his sword; he must have recognized the man's skill in swordsmanship."
"Hiss, even the old alliance leader favors him. Could it be that Young Hero Xiang will lose this battle?"
"It's hard to say..."
The crowd buzzed with discussion, watching the two fighters intently battling on stage, all eagerly anticipating the final outcome.
At the same time, Xiang Qingsheng's knife was equally formidable.
The steel blade began to tremble, reflecting a sharp blade light that slashed forward with a whooshing sound.
Wuming swiftly raised his longsword, aiming the blade at the oncoming glint of light. The two blades clashed, creating a long trail of sparks.
Seeing that the two were locked in a stalemate and neither was willing to give way, Wuming's hand slid upwards with the knife, and he used the hilt to block the incoming knife.
Then, with a sudden turn of his hand, Xiang Qingsheng's wrist twisted uncontrollably, and the knife in his hand almost slipped out of his grasp.
Xiang Qingsheng's expression changed, and he quickly withdrew his hand and steadied the knife.
Taking advantage of this moment, Wuming approached, raised his hand and drew his sword. The sword light cut through the air, turning into a white light, and without any hesitation, he cleaved Xiang Qingsheng, who was raising his sword to block, several meters away.
But Xiang Qingsheng, being experienced, reacted quickly as he was pushed back, dodging to the side and narrowly avoiding the follow-up slash.
"This is……"
Dongfang Yuan, who had been watching the battle without paying any attention, suddenly changed his expression after seeing Wuming's swordsmanship and reached out to grab the window frame.
"The swordsmanship of the Dongfang family?!"
He stood up, his brows furrowed as he stared intently at the nameless figure on the field, exclaiming incredulously, "How could an outsider possibly know the Dongfang family's swordsmanship? Who exactly is this person?!"
The outcome was decided the moment he spoke.
A long knife spun through the air in an arc before slamming into the ground, sending up a cloud of wood chips.
As the sound of a blade hitting the ground rang out, a knife was simultaneously placed across Xiang Qingsheng's neck.
The entire scene fell silent instantly, as if even the air itself had frozen.
"I lost."
Xiang Qingsheng sighed, his expression showing not resentment, but rather admiration and respect.
It wasn't until Xiang Qingsheng conceded defeat that everyone came to their senses.
"it is good!"
The crowd began to applaud, and some even shouted excitedly.
"This person is too strong! He's even more skilled than Xiang Qingsheng in swordsmanship!"
Exclamations of admiration echoed throughout the stadium.
However, even when faced with his victory and the praise of others, Wuming remained calm and composed.
He sheathed his sword, and as he turned around, he seemed to sense something and suddenly glanced at a small building by the river, where he met Dongfang Yuan's cold eyes.
"Humph!"
Dongfang Yuan snorted coldly, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.
Wuming frowned, stopped moving, and before he could take a step, he caught a glimpse of Dongfang Su helping Dongfang Shuo walk over.
"Excellent, excellent, truly a young prodigy."
Dongfang Shuo stepped forward and stared directly into Wuming's eyes, his sharp gaze seemingly able to pierce through flesh and see into his heart.
Despite being scrutinized by him, Wuming remained calm and showed no sign of unease.
Seeing that he couldn't discern anything, Dongfang Shuo withdrew his gaze, turned to face the crowd, and announced loudly, "I hereby declare that the winner of this tournament is this nameless young friend."
He paused, then turned to face Wuming, his expression solemn, and said, "But the position of leader of the alliance must not be given to someone who hides his true colors, so... please show your true face."
"Nameless is not your real name. May I ask who you are and who your teacher is?"
At the same time, his words echoed the thoughts of everyone present, and almost everyone stared intently at Wuming, waiting for his answer.
If this person is not a good person, then he should absolutely not be allowed to ascend to the position of leader.
Under the scrutinizing and wary gazes of the crowd, Wuming remained calm and composed, showing no sign of tension.
He paused for a moment, then opened his lips and reached out as if to take something out of his neck.
However, just as he was about to touch her neck, a huge explosion suddenly broke out!
"boom!"
A deafening roar rang out, and the ground beneath everyone's feet trembled.
"what happened?!"
"What's going on? What happened?!"
"Look over there!"
Everyone turned to look in the direction the sound came from, then their eyes widened in disbelief—
A small building by the river suddenly collapsed. The sturdy wooden pillars were shattered and broken, with half falling into the river and the other half collapsing to the ground.
A huge cloud of dust rose from there, obscuring everyone's vision.
The change came too suddenly and too violently; the people inside probably didn't even have time to react before being swallowed up by the sudden collapse.
Inside that small building were Xie Yan and her group.
However, it was too late for anyone to come to the rescue, because several more loud "booms" followed.
Explosions occurred not only where everyone was, but also on the dueling platform!
The ground began to collapse, and rubble and pieces of wood rolled down, causing a commotion among the crowd and creating chaos.
But at least they are still on the ground.
The fighting arena is even more perilous.
The turbulence caused Dongfang Su to stumble, and the wooden plank beneath her feet broke. Just as she was about to fall into the river, Dongfang Shuo grabbed her and pulled her up.
His expression changed drastically. In this situation, he didn't have time to think about what was going on. In his haste, he could only shout at Xiang Qingsheng, "Qingsheng! Quickly take Su'er away from here!"
Xiang Qingsheng had noticed the commotion earlier. His expression hardened, and just as he steadied himself and was about to step forward to rescue the two, an unexpected turn of events occurred!
In the chaos, several people disregarded the danger and leaped onto the dueling platform, attacking Xiang Qingsheng and Wuming without saying a word.
Just as the two were entangled with this group and unable to break free, a figure broke through the wind and a deadly cold light was reflected in Dongfang Shuo's eyes.